Lost Revise

The poets voice lingers on His words they fill the air The ground you walk upon Might as well not be there As seconds count down on the clocks of Man Satan stands vaccine loaded Glochs in hand Our time is up can't block their plan If you walk land it's time to leave the flock and stand Up for Jesus in a toxic and bland Badland of a damned plane where we're jammed Expand your mind then you'll understand The future of our land is candidly bad We can't change or rearrange it with a simple rebrand So the bad don't expand all of earth's gettin' canned But turn your wonder to Gods plan He's created a wonderland Love's loud as thunderclaps heavy as a hundred and One zillion tons plus a couple hundred grand All who blundered bad are damned to hell no gettin' under that Yet through Jesus wonderous acts don't gotta be torn asunder at The end through faith when evil crumbles by His humble hand I'll take you through my dreams Out into the darkest morning Past the blood-filled streams Into the garden of Jane Delawney Personal investigation-based observations Are the cause of my frustration with space-stations I see disinformation next to forced inoculation Mandates from foundations which support depopulation Taxation inflation to the point of starvation Cellular degradation from cellular radiation You can't trust science and ignore the disputation Yet they killing reputations for causing vaccine hesitation A new variant how terrific its mutation For generations, they planned this specific situation Why else would it align with metaphysical innovations A predication to monolithic tribulation Vaccination is the abomination of desecration And Jesus holds the only lock combination I'm on the station trying to talk condemnation And rock the nation with The Rock of Salvation I'll take you through my dreams Out into the darkest morning Past the blood-filled streams Into the garden of Jane Delawney If you're born you die but belief in Jesus Redeems us His blood sacrifice cleans us Just look at me I was one of the meanest heathens On the streets but now my raps the cleanest Growin me like a tree to be the greenest in season Sewing seeds of truth stingin like bees nest with bees in God sees sin treasonously increasing Wont let the beast win or those who find sin pleasing Hes God Almighty dont think to be defeating Him But believe in Him and when you die you get to be with Him Talk to Him see Him rock out and kick a beat with Him Suppertime at His table you got a seat with Him Lies are the yeast the enemy has kneaded in So share the truth with a neighbour plant the seed in em Dont let your faith be bleeded thin keep it to succeed and win Cause when Jesus returns you wont feel incomplete again I'll take you through my dreams Out into the darkest morning Past the blood-filled streams Into the garden of Jane Delawney